Rahne bristles. "Doom? Och, he's isn' fit at all to raise a child. The stories are he's not much of a father to the son he already has. 'Tis never happening."
"Then it ne'er shall, star of my heart."
"Da told them to go away," Moira said. "Like Granny had to do for you."
And the Prince and his lady look at each other for a few long moments.
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